Sara drove down the road for a few minutes, then pulled up to the little taco shop,"El Numero Uno Taco" She strilled into the air conditioned shop and irdered the #3; a beef burrito (her favorite), rice and beans in the side, and a medium drink. The server handed her her drink cup, and Sara walked to the drunk dispenser. She filled the cup half full of ice and selected diet cola, as she was watching her weight. While she was doing so, she felt some more gas and let out a two second SBD. This also stunk like curry, but other than her and the employees, the resturaunt was empty. She exited the little cloud of stink and sat down at a two person table along the side of the building. After about thirty seconds of slowly sipping on her cola, the server called her up. She picked up her meal, which smelled heavenly and walked back to her table. She sat down and let out a little more gas, slowly as to make it silent, being careful nit to be heard. After about 20 minutes or so, she had finished her burrito, beans, and two glasses of diet cola, and passed gas another three times, none of which were noticed by the resturaunt staff. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until she took the first bite of the huge burrito. She still had 9 minutes to spare. Counting in a 2 minute drive back to her store, she had 7 minutes to spare, give or take. She walked into her Prius and sat down. She slid the keys into the ignition and the engine sputtered alive. She drove over to a parking spot in the middle of the lot, and pulled out her smartphone. She added Sophie's number and opened up a game. She felt and heard a deep, menacing rumble from her stomach, remnicient to that of a bear, and realized the error of her ways. She just ate mexican food. Nothing made her gassier that mexican, not even curry, and that, as you saw, can do some serious damage. Another rumble came from her, this one more like an earthquake than a bear. This was soon after accompanied by a tight feeling just below her belly button, amd she knew what was about to happen. She had to get out as much gas before she went back to work as she possibly could, and she had to test it to see what she was dealing with, and see if she could bet away with cutting them at her work. She slightly sifted her weight towards the driver side door, lifting her buttcrack, covered by tight yoga pants, towards the middle of the car, gently pushed and...
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